[ He promises, and Lan Wangji feels his heart spill into that kiss, all at once, licking up what remnants of blood there is in his mouth, giving his lower lip a quick nibble. Sated with the promise, he rocks his hips gently against Wei Ying's, lacing their fingers.
He does pick up the pace, just the slightest, propping himself up a tiny bit just to get the angle right; they might not be able to kiss like this but with their hands together and with the sight of Wei Ying underneath of him, Lan Wangji isn't sure he'd prefer the alternative.
He's beautiful. He's beautiful and he hardly believes it, probably hasn't looked in a mirror in too long. With his free hand, he intends to just cup Wei Ying's face, get a better look into his eyes, but the current state of his dexterity means that he instead manages to slip his fingers against Wei Ying's kiss-rouged lips and against the velvet of his tongue.
He groans at the sight, and his hips start to grind against Wei Ying's, greedy for those noises that spill from his throat. ]
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He does pick up the pace, just the slightest, propping himself up a tiny bit just to get the angle right; they might not be able to kiss like this but with their hands together and with the sight of Wei Ying underneath of him, Lan Wangji isn't sure he'd prefer the alternative.
He's beautiful. He's beautiful and he hardly believes it, probably hasn't looked in a mirror in too long. With his free hand, he intends to just cup Wei Ying's face, get a better look into his eyes, but the current state of his dexterity means that he instead manages to slip his fingers against Wei Ying's kiss-rouged lips and against the velvet of his tongue.
He groans at the sight, and his hips start to grind against Wei Ying's, greedy for those noises that spill from his throat. ]